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arrows
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Sep 23, 2011 5:41 am
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in the dusk
a V of ducks
arrows down the length of the canal
the brisk whistle
of their wings
a lisping ellipsis in their wake
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the wind
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Sep 21, 2011 1:55 am
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the wind hurries by
jostling us
on its way
to emptier places
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found notebooks #1
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Sep 3, 2011 9:05 am
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there are times when I can bear
neither my own company nor
the company of others
these are the worst moments
when both are equally hostile
when it’s impossible to escape
then I prefer
to spare the world
my sombre companionship
and sit
by myself
holding my heart together
by force of will
alone
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ode to a fat corgi that couldn't be bothered to go around me
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Aug 30, 2011 9:52 am
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that fat corgi could
barely breathe
waddling wheezily
at the end of his lead
like a solemn
Sunday driver
hugging the verge
no urge to overtake
he did not brake
nor swerve
but preferred
to slide across the
tops of my shoes
huffing
at the inconvenience
I had put him to
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flight
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Aug 23, 2011 3:34 am
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the flight of a heron
in the twilight above me
the silence of its passage
like an absence of grief
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when your hand found mine for the first time
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Jul 31, 2011 12:17 pm
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it was dark there
among the trees,
we had lost the others
their voices echoed from
all around, we were
surrounded and alone
you stopped suddenly
unsure of the path ahead,
I was as lost as you were
but when your hand found
mine for the first time,
all at once I knew
the way to go
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at swim
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Jul 3, 2011 3:00 am
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at swim three birds
upon a mirrored sheen of grief
pathetic tragi-comedy
of skin and nails and teeth
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looking down the barrel of the meaning of life
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Apr 21, 2011 2:48 am
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a small girl
steps up
to the lip of the pool of the fountain
holds out her arms
closes her eyes
ready to dive from the heights of her mind
still
poised
until
her father shouts a sharp word of warning
she blinks
laughs
and runs towards his outstretched hand
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resisting spring
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Apr 8, 2011 4:47 am
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the square is bordered
with pink blossom
in the centre
stand six green sentinels
the seventh still clings
to the browns of autumn
as if resisting the spring
that one
is my favourite
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